Enemy-less

As a kid, I was a fan of detective story. Still am, but now my preference ranges from detective, romance, thriller, fantasy, and so on. Back then, I only read comics and detective novels, especially Agatha Christie's. I have been reading Agatha Christie's since 10 years old or so.

There is one question that almost always asked (in the novels) every time a crime occurs: did she/he have enemy?
I recall myself as a kid wondering about this question. I thought, if I was murdered and some detective asked the question to my friends and family, what would they say? Did I have enemy?
I was proud to know that I didn't have enemy. My friends and family would say 'oh no, she didn't have enemy. She even couldn't hurt a fly!'. Or something like that.

I am a kind of person who doesn't like confrontation. I am not proud about it, not detest it either. I know it as a matter of fact. Often I avoid confrontation simply because I don't care enough about the cause. Even when I am in a confrontation, I always try to play it nice and not to bring it to personal level. One might perceives me as weak. That might be true. But, I don't really care.

So I saw myself enemy-less. Surely every now and then I piss some people off but I was confident that none hates me. Until some time ago I made a decision that cost me a good friendship. I couldn't say I regret the decision because many good things happened afterwards. But I couldn't say I don't regret it either, considering the price I have to pay. I prefer not to think about it at all and enjoy what I have now as it is.

However, the feeling of knowing that someone, the one I did and still do care about, doesn't want me to interfere his/her life is somewhat... sad.